A Midsummer Night's Demon(32)

Needing more, he slowly slid home. Inch by luscious inch he filled her, stretched her, until she milked his length.

Daelyn bowed beneath him, and Ky withdrew at a measured pace. A deep thrust back into her welcoming heat made her inner muscles clamp him like a tight fist. Her core clenched around him in spasmodic shudders, the contact between their bodies adding another sinuous pleasure to her orgasm, drawing it out. She moaned in pleasure at the contact.

Innnnn. Ouuuuut. Each plunge and withdrawal tantalizingly slow.

Ky braced his weight on his hands. His hips pistoned faster while she floated back to earth. His only thought to bring her over the edge once more, he lowered himself until her supple, naked body lay crushed beneath his. The position of her legs, still over his shoulders, allowed him to be seated fully within her. Looking into her eyes, he watched her pleasure build with each thrust. This was going to be a long ride.





Chapter Twelve

Lyn searched Ky’s eyes, finding his love for her in their light blue depths. She realized he intentionally took this slow, loving her with his body in a way that would prove she belonged to him. And she’d wanted this, wanted him to take the lead. She willingly gave him the control.

A soft keening cry escaped the back of her throat, as his thick shaft slid into her in a long silken glide, only to slide back out again. Her legs dropped from his shoulders to circle his waist, changing the pressure inside of her. She threaded her arms around him, holding him close, as she rode his powerful thrusts. He drove all thoughts from her mind save the feel of his body against hers.

The sculpted muscles of his back flexed and hardened like slabs of marble under the pads of her fingers. She inhaled, breathing his exotic scent deep into her lungs. The scent of him drove her hunger. Half crazed by pleasure, she lifted her head to find his lips.

Their mouths locked in a passionate kiss. She poured all her love into that kiss. In time with their hips, their tongues dueled with a ravenous intensity between their mouths. The pressure built inside of her, deep and full, increasing with every lunging thrust.

Her pleasure rolled up, intensifying until a fervid explosion of warmth spread throughout her body, and she screamed her release into his mouth. Maddened, she released his lips and buried her face in the curve of his jaw. His pulse pounded against her lips, thundered in her ears. Her lips closed over the throbbing vein, teeth nipped his flesh. A heady combination of musk and male, the taste of him danced on her tongue. He moaned, the low sound rumbled against her lips.

Ky manipulated their bodies so she blanketed his, still impaled upon the length of him. His hold tightened as she continued suckling at his neck. One strong arm wrapped around her back holding her against his body. His other hand held her hips still while he took her.

He made her world tunnel until only he remained. Just him. His hands. His lips. His heat. The taste and texture of him. Thoughts of Ky consumed her mind, blocked out everything else. In that moment, she turned herself over to his keeping, trusting him with her body. Her love.

Lyn watched his eyes darken with passion as he drove his body harder. He turned them once more so she lay beneath his body, and unleashed a sensual storm inside her.

Her hips slapped against his in a steady cadence. She pulled his head down for a ravenous kiss and thrust her tongue into his mouth, demanding he match her intensity. Lyn bucked beneath him, her fingers splayed in his silken hair, her mouth ate hungrily at his. Her fingers clawed at his back as her body rushed for the rapture.

One of Ky’s hands wrapped around her back, the digits of his other hand tangled in her hair. He pulled her head to the side, his hold anchoring her in place, while his gaze burned over her. His fangs lengthened in his mouth, and he lowered his lips to her neck. His lips descended to once more find the delicate, soft spot where her neck met her shoulder and her breath rushed out between her clenched teeth. His ragged breath pushed from his lungs when his teeth scraped back and forth. His tongue darted out against her flesh. One lick. Two.

The anticipation drove Daelyn higher. He was going to bite her again and Goddess help her, but she wanted him to. Her hands slid down his back, leaving scratches that trailed to his buttocks. Her grip tightened on his lower cheeks, and she held on for dear life. She thrust her hips to meet his, wanting more. More feeling. More contact.

More pleasure.

As if he sensed what she desired, his fingers tightened against her scalp, drawing her head further to the side, the muscles of her neck chorded tight. Her blood was his to take, a willing offering. His fangs pierced the delicate flesh of her neck, drawing a mewling sound from her throat. Her body burned with hunger, hunger he created by his touch. The scorching passion he stirred sent desire pouring through her veins like molten steel. Fire licked over her heated skin.